Reflected Fate Ch. 8
The following week was spent in Hertfordshire preparing for the wedding of Jane and Charles. Relations were on their way, bedrooms were being secured. The day would be grand.
Darcy, Fitzwilliam and his elder brother the heir of Matlock and Dr. Berger were to stand up with Charles and Elizabeth, Caroline, Kitty and Lydia were to stand with Jane. Mary wanted nothing to do with the ceremony claiming nerves. Since Mrs. Bennett also suffered, Mary was allowed to sit out.
Darcy settled Georgiana in at Netherfield with Caroline, Louisa and the other Bingley relations, then rode into Meryton to take his rooms at the Inn. The Matlock cousins would be staying there too and Darcy felt the need to curb their carousing.
The family dinner before the wedding was held at Netherfield and Elizabeth stayed close to Jane, helping her through the night.
Elizabeth tried not to look for or at Darcy but her eyes couldn't stop searching for him. She knew his every move.
When the men rejoined the group, Darcy and the Colonel found Elizabeth by the coffee.
"How are the Bennett's holding up this busy week? " Colonel Fitzwilliam was an easy conversationalist.
"Quite well, Colonel, and yourself?"
"Colonel Fitzwilliam has been enjoying his free time, if I may say so." Darcy interrupted and winked.
"How is Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows with meaning.
"Not as well, I would say." Colonel Fitzwilliam put down his coffee and wandered over to speak to Georgiana about playing the pianoforte.
"It is true. I am pining." He blushed. "But I will rally. I have much more responsibility now and my time is never my own. There are three ladies who rely on me for everything but I am grateful to be of assistance."
"Then shall we view this repast as a sort of holiday? Forget all about our immediate familial obligations and enjoy ourselves?" Her voice fell into a seductive whisper.
"I am afraid I do not remember how." He moved closer to the mirror on the mantle with his back to her. He stared into his cup, then took a deep sip. Elizabeth could see his tired eyes in the reflection as he watched her pass a cup of coffee to Bingley's elderly aunt with a smile. Elizabeth took pity on that reply.
She took her own cup and encouraged him to sit with her on the settee near the closet door, out of the way and in the dark.
"I would be happy to remind you how to enjoy yourself." She whispered even more quietly. She blushed and looked about the room. She pretended he had fluff in his hair and moved her hand up to touch his silky hair, sending shivers down his spine.
"Could you show me in the summer house?" He stared down at his coffee.
She nodded and excused herself to hypocritically reprimand her sister, Lydia.
The Summer house was nothing more than a glorified greenhouse with a chaise lounge and a few armchairs. There was no heat, no light and only the full moon glinting off of the snow outside to illuminate the way.
When Darcy arrived, Elizabeth was already there in her winter coat with fur trimmed hood. She was rubbing her gloved fingers together to keep them warm. Darcy rushed to her to hold her hands in his and leaned into her hood to kiss her aching lips.
She pulled her hands away and slid them around his neck to pull him closer. His hands gratefully slipping behind her back and pressing her body hard against his. She lost her breath, gasping, but he didn't stop kissing her neck, her ear, her hair.
He brought her to the chaise lounge to sit on his lap. When she wiggled, he let out a moan full of primitive urges. She could feel his hardness between her legs and she longed to know more.
"Elizabeth!"
"Yes. Mr. Darcy." She pulled her lips away from his and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I am a cad. You have to forgive me."
"Never!" She replied playfully. "There is nothing to forgive. We are just enjoying each other's company."
"I hesitate to ask you this but...would you like to see what the royal suite at the Meryton Inn looks like?"
She saw where this was leading. She wasn't just enjoying herself anymore. This was a serious request.
"I am staying with My Aunt Phillips in town until the Gardiners leave Longbourn. The Inn is just a few meters down the road."
"Do you think you will be missed if you sneak away?"
"My aunt and uncle have a very small staff. Only one housemaid and a butler who are married and live near Lucas Lodge. No one will know I am gone."
"I desperately need your company tonight." He stroked her back and pulled her in for deep kiss.
"I will be there at 2:00 am but tomorrow is the wedding so I need to be back by 4. We should get back to the others. "
"I will say my goodbyes and head back to the Inn immediately." He held up two fingers.
She nodded and ran back to the party.
Little did Darcy know but all of the groomsmen were heading to the Inn for pints with the Charles. There were lose women sitting on laps and bosoms galore.
"Here's to the last free night of bachelorhood!" The eldest Matlock was a gambler and a drunkard. He wouldn't hear of not carousing so Darcy had a few drinks, steered clear of the ladies and at 2:00am well in his cups, snuck around to the back door of his room to meet Elizabeth.
The Royal Suite was known for its mistress escape route and Elizabeth felt sinful playing the part, even though Darcy had not taken the formal oath of marriage yet.
"Mr. Darcy! You are drunk!" She was hidden by a black cloak she found in her aunts attic.
He bent low and whispered, "I dismissed my man to bed so I have the place to myself. Oh Lizzy." he growled low in her ear with his warm breath scented with scotch.
He led her quickly into the room as his hands undid her coat and placed it on the chair. He slowly tugged at the shoulder of her gown exposing her bare neck to trail kisses up and down. Eagerly, he began to undo the buttons running down the front of her dress but his fingers couldn't cope so she undid just what was needed to free her breasts to his touch and nuzzle.
He worshipped her breasts, licking one and then the other with his burning tongue. Kissing the tips. Every suck created a wetness between her legs and a contraction from deep within her pelvis.
His breeches were bursting at the seams and Elizabeth tentatively reached out to touch the great bulge that demanded her attention running her fingers gently along the outline.
He guided her hand more firmly over his member and taught her how to squeeze it through the cloth. He nearly lost consciousness, inhaled sharply and pulled away, panting. Things were getting out of control quickly. He was on the verge of taking her, completely, irrevocably.
"Elizabeth. No. " He whimpered. "I want you so badly. I can not control myself around you. This can only end very poorly."
"What if I am willing?" She asked innocently.
"Willing? he shook his head in confusion.
"Willing to become your mistress?" she whispered the last part into his ear.
Could this really be happening? he wondered. Could he marry his cousin, own Rosings and Pemberley and keep her on the side? Greater men have done worse and they must have been faced with the same choices he was forced to make. Is having a mistress the only path to happiness? Why should he be so righteous? She has to be his. This is what she wants. He contemplated losing her for a split second.
"No!" He kissed her hands, her arm, her neck. "I will make you my wife and the mother of my children someday. We just have to wait. Please? "
"No!" She began to undo his fly and release him to her eager fingers then she wiggled out of her pantelons and lifted her skirt.
That was all he needed to see. Her lily white thighs.
He laid her roughly on the bed while shedding his breeches and quickly and eagerly spread her legs and felt her wetness with his finger. His touch sent her throbbing. Another finger, then another massaged her open then he placed his engorged member into her and slowly ran it through.
Elizabeth gasped and almost fainted. The pain was fleeting. She was just as anxious to feel him inside of her silky slickness. He grabbed her hips and slid her to the edge of the bed so he could stand and push deeper. He wasn't acting like a gentleman anymore and she liked this decisive side of him. Moan after moan escaped them with each hot thrust. He was taking it nice and slow for her.
He ripped off his cravat, vest and shirt revealing that gorgeous chest she knew so well. She watched as he reached down and rubbed the front of her vagina with his thumb. Shockwaves surged through her. He took another deep kiss and opened her lips with his tongue. He pulled back with a smile looking at her through half closed lids, thrusting, faster and faster, his thumb rubbing away any trace left of Elizabeth Bennett.
Her eyes grew dark and unfocused. What was he doing to her? The only man she would ever love. Filling her completely. Fulfilling her. The world fell apart in a cascade of sparks.
She wrapped her legs around his waist so he would stay close. Her tightness set him free.
A moan from both, a few final thrusts and they were completely spent. Panting he cuddled her tightly on the bed and she slowly returned from oblivion.
"Oh my sweet, sweet, Lizzy." he whispered. "We may not be married in the church but you are my flesh, now. Heart of my heart. I will never be parted from you. Pray you feel the same?"
"You are mine in flesh, spirit, mind and heart. I will wait until the end of days for you and beyond. I love you."
They coasted down from their ecstasy then the clock struck four and she quickly assembled herself and ran back to her bedroom at Aunt Phillips.
His scent was still on her, his seed spilling from between her legs as she ran. She didn't want to bathe, so she quickly splashed on some rose scented water and went about her regular toilet. Without the assistance of a maid, she thankfully dressed herself and met her Aunt and Uncle for Longbourn where Betsy would finish her preparations. She was glowing and she was terrified.
